I watched an amazing busker the other day in London, at Leicester Square.
He was singing with a voice that would make you melt.
He was in his forties, I guess, and his singing stopped me in my tracks – as it did many other passers-by.
I watched an amazing busker the other day in London, at Leicester Square.
He was singing with a voice that would make you melt.
He was in his forties, I guess, and his singing stopped me in my tracks – as it did many other passers-by.